Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.